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My first memory of Los Angeles is one of mispronunciation. I am in our old family…
She’s been dreaming of pregnancy lately. In her dreams she never knows the father; she doesn’t even wonder about him until after she has woken up. It’s just her and the thing growing inside of her, which pulls lovingly at her blood vessels and hums songs that sound muffled through her skin. They are old…
Dave met Mikey by the melting lake down the road from the comic book store where they spent half their childhood. It was strange seeing Mikey…